They ate the dinner with a couple small talks here and there, Nick was amazed by her cooking. He got seconds and joined her at the table again, while Selena was still finishing her first plate.
“Why are you so interested?” Selena asked.
Nick put on his thinking face for a minute before answering, “You’re living under the same roof as me and I’d like to know more about you.”
Selena just stares at him in awe, “I will just have to know if I can trust you first. It’s really nothing big, but I’ll answer what I can.”
Nick grins, knowing this girl was a lot tougher than she looks.
“Here, let’s do 20 questions, then we get to know each other better,” she suggested, chewing on the last bit of her pasta.
“Alright,” Nick swallowed his food and put down his fork, “I go first though.”
Selena giggles at his minor immature character there, “Alright.”
“What is your favorite colour?” Nick asked bluntly.
“You’re wasting your twenty questions to ask me my favorite colour?” she gawks, “Green.”
Nick just sighs and takes a bite into his pasta, and twirls his finger, motioning for her to go.
“Alright hmm…” she hums, unsure of what will be a good question to ask, “Why do you want to be a writer so much?”
“How- Nanna,” Nick sighs, sometimes Nick doesn’t know how to answer this question either, he tries to meet eye to eye with her as he answers but Selena was just making small glances while she eats. “I loved music as a kid, when I was a teen, I wrote songs and poetry than I just fell in love with writing.”
Selena bursts out laughing, and gently pushes his elbow as a gesture of tease, “You’re such a cheeseball, well, it is kinda cute though.”
“Why did you choose to work at the club?” He gave her a small glare and asks his question.
Truthfully, this question Nick meant to ask. He wanted to know, of all jobs in the world, why would a girl like her want to be dance in front of people. And possibly fifty year old perverted freaks.
“I loved to dance and I enjoyed the attention I get,” she lied halfheartedly, half was the truth but the other wasn’t. Nick couldn’t see through it though, because he didn’t know her well enough.
“That’s it? No cheeseball Nick thing?” he joked, Selena shook her head with a giggle.
“I’m not a cheeseball,” she protests, letting the words slide off her giggles. “This one is personal, what’s up with you and your girlfriend?”
Nick stood frozen at the idea, “What girlfriend?” he asks, pretending he doesn’t understand her.
“Please, the skinny twig yesterday that scared me half to death,” she cries, throwing her hands in the air.
He sucked in a chunk of air and releases it with a sigh before he talks, as if he was an old man telling a story. “If I tell you… You have to tell me about yourself.”
